The Ones That Did The Stealing: A Poetry Collection in English

The Grave

           

I awoke but could not see my own hands.

I knew I was lying down

But when I tried to sit up my head hit something.

It was as if I was locked in a case—a stuffy case.

Eerie silence, desperate breaths.

The taste of dust in my mouth,

The smell of earth,

All doubts pushed away.

And as I realised what had happened,

I SCREAMED!